If she’d only known how lucky she was the night before to have the comfort of his lap to soothe her. That spanking seemed like a simple admonishment compared with the force he would use to thrash and cane her now, and he planned to do both. Complying without question to this first demand from her intended husband, she grasped the bedpost securely with both hands and assumed the required pose—pushing her bottom out to give him the flesh he intended to punish. Looking back over her shoulder, she watched as he unbuckled his belt and withdrew it from his pants. A wicked shudder moved deliciously through her body, and she trembled almost uncontrollably. Seeing him lay the cane to his side, she realized that would be for the finale. But first she had to endure his leather belt.
The first strike
